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The Tactical Guy

As I was leaving my house, I stuffed my Glock 10mm "man gun" Mexican style in my pants. My backup is a fully customized 1911 with all the IPSC add-on options in my $500.00 leather pancake holster custom made by Belgian Monks who have devoted their lives to silence and holster making. These are the ones used by SEAL Team 6, which I used to be a part of, but all records of my activities were destroyed in a fire "accident".

I put on my Royal Robbins photographer vest to match my pants while wearing a T-shirt underneath reading "From My Cold Dead Hands". That way, nobody can see what I'm packing.

I had my Centennial .38 Special in my ankle holster, just like the gun rag guys carry.

Lastly, I had my "Covert Sniper" I.D. Card in my wallet with my "Concealed Weapons Permit Badge". I was ready for anything.

I drove my Bug Out Truck to the 7-11 for some beer, 'cause you never know. It is a performance styled Subaru BRAT with 4 cylinders of ground pounding fury.

I pulled up to the 7-11 store and noticed a nefarious looking Girl Scout eyeballing me from the back of her mothers' SUV. A likely cover.

The mother returned to the truck and went for the keys in her purse, but I knew from my years of combat honed instincts that she was actually making a furtive movement for an offensive weapon.

I attempted a tactical shoulder roll, but fell flat on my face, kind of flopping on the pavement to avoid any incoming rounds and to make it look like I meant to do that. The store owner called 911, which is good because I then did a roll and attempted to draw my Glock.

Unfortunately, since I did not have a holster, the gun "went off", and the bullet creased my wiener. HYPERLINK "http://www.thehighroad.org/images/smilies/uhoh2.gif"

But I was prepared for that and bit down on a 9mm casing to take my mind off the pain as I dove for the garbage barrel.

That's when I noticed the Girl Scout shouting something to her mother who began to take cover. I knew they were closing on me so I drew my custom trusty 1911 Wilson Combat...I knew that they would be impressed with that. I then duck walked to the front of her SUV, but my gut kinda got in the way and I fell on my ass, which caused me to swallow my 9mm casing.

I then tried to roll to my right, but didn't want to scuff my holster, so I just threw myself into the telephone pole, but I landed on my right side anyway. So I fired one shot towards the woman's SUV to pin them down as I recovered my wind.

And before the mother knew what was happening, I charged her and I threw my groin into her knee. I knew that as I vomited on the ground in front of her that I had interupted her OODA loop. I had the advantage now. As she ran screaming for the Girl Scout, (I knew she was going for backup) I made for my Super Charged BRAT Tactical truck. I jumped into the drivers seat forgetting that I had left my rare Israeli contract AR 15 Bayonet on the seat, honed to a razor's edge. I could handle it though. Half of my ass is an implant from war wounds.

As I attempted to start my truck, police and paramedics arrived on the scene. My truck would not start and instead backfired once and caused the police to Tase me. At which point I tactically soiled myself while in convulsions. My custom 1911 then fell out the window, but I still had my Centennial .38. I knew that I had to take out the woman with the purse.

So I aimed my revolver at her at which point the first police officer fired once striking me in the chest. Fortunately, I was wearing my level 3A body armor. I didn't want to hurt the cops--they had obviously been duped by the evil temptress who was now embracing her partner in crime and crying to the police in the background. I knew it was a ruse.

I pulled out my concealed weapons permit badge and showed it to the officer who shot me and yelled out, "I'm one of you guys!" He continued to cover me and ordered me to drop my .38 so I laid it down. I still had my bayonet after all, attached to my ass. The cop walked toward me and upon reading the badge, maced me right in the eyes. Fortunately, my Oakley shooting glasses stopped most of the spray and I was able to rip free of the Taser cords easily. It only cost me one nipple, easily replaced. I dove for the passenger side of my truck and began to run zig-zag for a ditch. Unfortunately, the bayonet sticking out of my ass slowed me down. I knew it would have to be hand-to-hand now. I knew the cop coudn't take me when I saw he merely carried a Glock 17, not a man's gun. So I immediately threw my eye into his right hook, followed by a knee into his Mag light. As I lay thrashing on the ground, I took the heel of my Bates Enforcer boot and kicked at the cops ankle. I knew from my classified experiences in Tajikistan that once breaking the ankle, the cop would fall down and I could "stun kick" him in the head, knocking him out but not hurting him.

Apparently the cop had also been to Tajikistan because he side stepped me and struck me in the back with his ASP baton, but my trauma plate absorbed it. I then drew my Benchmade auto knife and was promptly tased again, but I was ready for it this time and only wet myself a little bit.

Next thing those cops knew, I was unconscious. That'll teach 'em.

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:lol::lol: The first five paragraphs described a guy I see in the local gunstores perfectly, so he was my basis character for the remainder of the story, and in front of the gun store where I see him most was where I envisioned the remainder of the story. :lol::lol: That is too good. Can anyone top it? Add to it? Maybe another thread where someone starts a sentence about a mall ninja character, and everyone gets the chance to add to it?
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When I read it, it brought to mind one of the town marshalls from a nearby town here in Indiana. He bragged about his extensive explosive and demolition training. And he tucked his pants into the tops of his boot. No, he did not blouse them properly, he just tucked them.

And a small town cop I met during our state match last summer. He was standing in the middle of a field watching us, so I went to greet him and see if he needed anything. He was just watching, so I invited him to join us for a club match some time. That's when he informed me that what we were doing was too simple for him, since he'd had a lot of "anti-terrorism training." He was too advanced for mere USPSA shooting. :rolleyes:

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One of the locals at BSG - our small home owed gun store - is a "Vietnam vet" and tells of being on patrol and while in the jungle making a dark camp deep in enemy territory. They could have no lights or fire as they were surrounded by hostile troops. He relates of using a fallen tree as his pillow and sleeping several hours before being awakened for his turn at watch. As he replaced the previous man the guy lays down and uses the same fallen tree for a headrest. Morning breaks and - one man of the patrol is missing. Examination of the area reveals a giant trail made by an anaconda estimated to be 40 feet long. Poor bastard was eaten by his pillow!

I have heard this same story from our resident killing machine several times, once with the added fact that the same snake was seen in a high altitude photo taken in the area during the same time the patrol was out.

I have never made any comment to this guy as (per his own "admission") he is an incredible killing machine with training in covert op's that would require my death if I ever realized the full extent of his exploits in the service of our government.

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Hey Merlin...

Maybe I studied the photo of the big snake during my stint...I looked at satalite photos of troops, armor, gun implacements, and all sorts of strange things...even looked at a photo of migrating whooping cranes taken by one of our satalites....LOL

Hope he knows that anacondas are only resident in South America and parts of Central America and that the big snake was probably some specie of python.... :lol::PB)

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Hope he knows that anacondas are only resident in South America and parts of Central America and that the big snake was probably some specie of python.... :lol::PB)

Hey! The movie "Anacondas: Search for the Blood Orchid" was set in Borneo! They wouldn't make that stuff up, would they, Unca Sunny?

:lol:

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I was at the range saturday chronoing ammo when this alleged Le type was there training his friends as if he were R. Lee Ermey. They were shooting the place up (including somehow missing and hitting my targets) and grunting and wearing black and velcro, having one heck of a good time.

After a while I finished checking ammo and was waiting for a cease fire to break down my chrono he came over to me, asking me to use it to time his draw.

Couldn't come up with a smart a@@ answer at the time too.

Ted.

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That's when he informed me that what we were doing was too simple for him, since he'd had a lot of "anti-terrorism training." He was too advanced for mere USPSA shooting. :rolleyes:

This cop should be Fockerized! :wub::lol:

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